1 David Copperfield
order; her cheerfulness, Copperfield!’
‘Indeed, you have reason to commend her!’ I returned.
‘You are a happy fellow. I believe you make yourselves, and
each other, two of the happiest people in the world.’
‘I am sure we ARE two of the happiest people,’ returned
Traddles. ‘I admit that, at all events. Bless my soul, when
I see her getting up by candle-light on these dark morn-
ings, busying herself in the day’s arrangements, going out
to market before the clerks come into the Inn, caring for
no weather, devising the most capital little dinners out of
the plainest materials, making puddings and pies, keeping
everything in its right place, always so neat and ornamen-
tal herself, sitting up at night with me if it’s ever so late,
sweet-tempered and encouraging always, and all for me, I
positively sometimes can’t believe it, Copperfield!’
He was tender of the very slippers she had been warming,
as he put them on, and stretched his feet enjoyingly upon
the fender.
‘I positively sometimes can’t believe it,’ said Traddles.
‘Then our pleasures! Dear me, they are inexpensive, but
they are quite wonderful! When we are at home here, of an
evening, and shut the outer door, and draw those curtains
- which she made - where could we be more snug? When
it’s fine, and we go out for a walk in the evening, the streets
abound in enjoyment for us. We look into the glittering
windows of the jewellers’ shops; and I show Sophy which
of the diamond-eyed serpents, coiled up on white satin ris-
ing grounds, I would give her if I could afford it; and Sophy
shows me which of the gold watches that are capped and
